Raguel offers him the flask once he's fairly sure that Crowley isn't about to dump it all over himself.

"Well, at least it's a nice place for a rest," he says with a sigh. The moonlight does throw the uneven cliff faces into relief where they blot out the stars, and the sharp shadows form complicated patterns.

His focus is directed more at the bent primaries at the moment, but he doesn't comment on them yet.